I met him last year right about the time I was starting to see the Explorer. We had had a date and drinks where we spent the majority of the time making out in the bar. He had an amazing touch and was a great kisser. 

We were supposed to get together again but he got sick, then I started seeing the Explorer, and then I had my surgery and we never reconnected. He reached out a few times over the last year but I was seeing someone exclusive. 

When I came free again, I reached out to him but heard nothing. 

Then out of the blue a couple of weeks ago he texted. Then I said hi again. 
Then he asked me out for dinner and play. 

So I said yes – and said that I would be interested in reconnecting and seeing if there was still chemistry. 

I drive over to Alameda – takes forever because of traffic. Park and walk towards his place. He comes down and meets me with a hug and a kiss and it’s still as great as I remember. We walk around the corner and order food to be brought to the bar next door – neat process – and we order drinks. 

Sitting on the bar stools at the table we face each other and my knees are tucked into his open legs. we catch up and while we are talking, he strokes my legs and occasionally we kiss. We have some serious kissing chemistry here. 

He proceeds to tell me about his predilections towards rough sex and we compare notes about what we like and what we don’t. He thinks he will be too rough with me because I talk about liking to be touched and stroked but I also tell him I am game to explore but don’t like being hit or hitting back. He is dominant and wants the submissive qualities in his partner. 

When we finish eating we head next door to his place and he starts to tell me what to do. Down on my knees. Kiss him. Move to the bed. Take his cock in my mouth, deeper, Back on my knees. The bra comes off. The shirt comes off. He is super rough with the breasts, I do have to say mercy once – not with my nipples but the muscular area. 

The underwear is removed and next thing I know he is licking me from behind all up and down and my god I am in heaven. He removes his pants and teases me. And just as he is about to go full on, I remind him that I am not going to have sex without a condom. 

He is so disappointed – goes on about not liking condoms, about not being able to feel with a condom but I hold out  – he is sleeping with other women and I am sleeping with other men so this is non-negotiable. 

I have forgotten my condoms – bad me – but he has 1. So we put it on and go back to our business. He is rough, and hard and it’s great. We explore a variety of positions and I am starting to get close but he loses his erection because, he says of the condom. 

So we kiss some more, he caresses me, and we cuddle and spoon and eventually he gets hard again and we fuck some more until the condom decides to come off, and then we are done. 

There is a lot more kissing and teasing and touching and some heavy tight grabbing of his cock but no more straight sex without the condom. I had such a hard time resisting just doing it anyway – he fits me so nicely and I really wanted to orgasm but it was good nonetheless. 

We cuddle and spoon some more and eventually he says he has to get some sleep – so I get dressed and he walks me to my car – kisses galore and we agree to see each other again – I hope. 

The next day I am sore – my breasts are bruised and my crotch is tender but it’s kind of awesome feeling the physicality of the night before. I haven’t ever had such rough sex before but it wasn’t unpleasant and kind of a turn-on after the fact. 

I don’t think I could sleep with him daily – I am not sure that my body could handle so much true manhandling but periodically it could be interesting. He has promised to handcuff me next time.